The air is very quiet, and the sunlight blocked by dark clouds casts a gray light, which seems to exaggerate the current mysterious atmosphere.

A pleasant male voice sounded: "When you think of gods, what is the first thought that comes to mind?"

A few seconds later.

Thales, who was deep in thought, unconsciously opened his eyes, released his empty gaze, and responded softly in the strange atmosphere: "Gods are completely different from us."

"It doesn't fit in with us."

"Far away from us."

The male voice was silent for a while, seeming to be savoring the answer.

"So," the other person continued to ask after a while: "When you think of this world, what is the first thing that comes to mind?"

The prince frowned slightly.

"world?"

Thales raised his head slightly and looked at each other as if looking at the statue in the temple, with a mysterious expression and a quiet tone: "We are in it."

"We embedded it."

"We exist in it."

The male voice paused again for a while and let out a low groan.

"Very good, very Juche style," the pleasant male voice chuckled softly, "Now, eliminate the previous answers, empty yourself, close your eyes and try again. Listen, when you think of the gods

when……"

Thales nodded unconsciously, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.

"God..."

The next second...

boom!

The prince opened his eyes suddenly and slapped his palm on the chessboard in front of him!

Thales exhaled deeply, and an emotion called boredom suddenly appeared in his empty and ignorant eyes.

"Oh, God, I've had enough," the young man leaned back in his seat and interrupted the conversation, holding his forehead in pain, "How long have we been talking about this topic?"

In front of the prince, the handsome man on the other side of the chessboard turned his eyes slightly.

"Less than an hour." The latter said softly.

Thales sighed in annoyance and spread his hands: "One hour? How many answers did I give you for the same two questions?"

"god?"

The prince raised his left hand and counted one by one, his tone full of perfunctory and dissatisfied: "From 'Creator', 'Holy Existence', 'Omniscient and Omnipotent', 'Puppet Controller', 'Secret Observer'"

', 'Visitors from another world', 'Answered prayers', 'Ruthless owners', 'Conspiracy outside the box'..."

The man on the other side of the chessboard listened to Thales' words quietly, not moving at all.

"world?"

Thales finished counting the fingers on his left hand and raised his right hand: "From 'all people', 'vibrant', 'animal planet', 'material world', 'beautiful future and hope', 'bad world',

'Unfair society' to 'What's wrong with this world', 'Heaven and earth are unkind', 'On the verge of destruction'..."

Thales, who had a splitting headache, let out a breath and continued to complain: "Are there fifteen kinds? If two and two are combined, there can be hundreds of kinds..."

At this moment, the man opposite gently raised a finger.

For a moment, Thales felt that the air he breathed became refreshing and moist, and the cold feeling that penetrated into his lungs cooled his bored brain.

The prince stopped talking, blinked his eyes, and took a deep breath to calm down his emotions.

"Your mind is not here."

In the open-air box of the chess and card room, Asheida Sachern, who was opposite Thales, gently put down her fingers and said calmly: "At least not here."

Thales came back to his senses, looked up at the Qi Magician on the other side of the chessboard, and then looked at the Palace of Heroes in the distance outside the terrace.

He exhaled, stepped away from the chair, and rubbed his face in frustration.

"Sorry," the young man shook his head in embarrassment and pushed a chess piece forward: "There have been a lot of things lately and I'm a little out of shape."

It has been almost a month since the day of hearing and the visit of Viscount Cambida.

From that day on, Thales was troubled by the troubles involved in the arrival of the Black Sands: the relationship between the Freedom Alliance and Exeter, the struggle between King Charmaine and his opponents, the undercurrent of power in Longxiao City, Wo

Of course, there is the stance and choice of the Hilton family, and the marriage of the Grand Duchess. But surprisingly, although Thales has become more and more anxious after listening to Putilai's analysis, Longxiao City has been surprisingly calm in the past ten days.

The vassals did not continue to dissuade and force the marriage, and the Earl of Lisban remained as stable as ever, no matter how many times Thales tried to communicate with him about Thelma's marriage.

Cambida has never left Longxiao City. This envoy from the Black Sand Territory lives in the noble post house in the Ax District. Under the protection of the Black Sand Territory's own people, he goes deep into the countryside and does not have any contacts with any vassals or any audience.

Grand Duke.

In the past month, no messenger crows have flown from the west such as Qiyuan City, so there is no information about the Free Alliance or the war.

The situation in Longxiao City is like a rippling lake surface, calm and calm, but because of this, Thales feels even more uneasy: the water surface before boiling is probably like this.

Until he received the next sky blue invitation.

"What happened recently?"

"Are you talking about the little girl I found on your bed six years ago?" Aixida snorted and said lightly: "The one who was put on the throne by you just because I slept with you for one night?"

Thales' expression froze.

"Oh, my God," the prince said angrily a second later: "Didn't Tower of Soul teach you how to use modern Western Continent lingua franca correctly so as not to cause misunderstandings?"

"Indeed, modern lingua franca was gradually formed after the End War," Asheida still looked at ease, but Thales always felt that there was a faint sneer hidden under his calm face: "When I was your age

, the tutor taught me the imperial language, perhaps mixed with some common language vocabulary, but the orthodox written language of the ancient empire is used in the Tower of Souls."

What I want to complain about is not your level of lingua franca at all...

But the mentally exhausted prince had given up arguing with him.

Thales sighed helplessly and changed the subject: "I really didn't expect that the famous Qi Magician would also care about the affairs of us little mortals?"

Asheida raised her eyes slightly.

"Just because I don't want to care about these frivolous things doesn't mean I'm deaf or blind."

"As I said, being too tied up in mundane affairs will affect your progress," the Qi Demon Master said unhurriedly, as if he was not angry at the student's distraction at all: "Maybe you still don't understand.

, but as a prepared magician, if you don’t have a solid foundation..."

"The solid foundation is due to the teachers' unreserved and careful teaching, rather than hypnotherapy without any reason or explanation." Thales glanced at him sideways and retorted unambiguously: "It seems that this is what I need.

a teacher."

Maybe Aixida really has a good temper, or maybe he doesn't care about the sarcasm from the students at all. The magician said calmly: "Very good, it seems that you have recovered your energy, then we will come again..."

Having had enough, Thales let out a breath and looked helplessly at the ceiling.

"Are you sure you don't want to continue the topic from the last class?"

The prince knocked the chess pieces listlessly, causing Lord Justin and Wyatt from a distance to look at each other strangely: "Remember, the two emperors? And how did they betray you?"

A flash of blue light flashed in Aixida's eyes.

"They are enemies, that's all you need to know."

The magician said coldly: "The two emperors have surpassed your level. Unlike Giza and me, they have immeasurable influence on this world. The more you know, the more likely you are to be under their eyes and ears intentionally or unintentionally.

Expose yourself."

Thales' eyes moved.

Inestimable influence.

Intentional and unintentional ears and eyes.

"You mean," the prince who caught something asked tentatively, "after the end of the war, as magicians, they still maintain contacts with countries around the world?"

Asheida looked at him steadily and said sarcastically: "Use your thumb to think about it. Your Highness, even existences like me, Giza and... can spend more than a hundred years."

, secretly running a gray gang that is entangled with the aristocratic forces and each takes what they need, to serve as our eyes, ears and hunting dog."

"Do you think that, as the victors of the End War, those two bastards just found a comfortable nest, piled their treasures into a pile and crawled in to sleep for more than six hundred years?

Great awakening?"

Thales frowned: "So..."

Aixida shook her head: "You will know one day, and I don't even need to tell you."

The prince exhaled painfully: "You make me more curious."

"'Curiosity killed the magician'," Aixida replied mechanically, "Remember these are the exact words of your teacher and guide."

Thales snorted disdainfully.

It sounds like the magician will die...
To be continued...